I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥

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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Solid

My feelings are not words, somy small hands grasp fora way to express thisjumbled and knotted thingthat lives inside of me.My feelings, however, stayout of reach, and myfingers clasp empty air,useless in theirsolidity.

Next up- liquid & gas. Maybe plasma :DYes, another poem about how I suck at explaining things.